Well, we are people. We like to name things by names or nicknames. I think this is a part of our nature, heh 🙂
A couple of years ago, in Toronto, my father bought Land Rover from another person. And when he was buying the car — the trader assured him that everything should be alright with it. However, the truth was more illusionable, unfortunately…
Speed gearbox, bracket pivot bolt and even window lifters on backseat were broken. I and my father drove to the service centers once a week because always something broke. And nobody could find a reason “why?”
In one of our “trips” to the Westminster Motors service center, which finally found problems we had –> helped to fix our car. And one of their service managers called our land rover a “behemoth”, because of its overall size and grey exterior view. And this nickname stayed with our car until we did not finally sell it.
I think that my father regretted very much buying this “behemoth” because of all the physical and moral and financial powers we put in it…